Denzel’s POV
I had just stepped out of the shower when Jalisa appeared before me completely naked.
“You haven’t touched me in a while, Denzel,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around me from behind. Her palms slid over my bare chest.
I stiffened instantly. Irritation surged through me, and Nigel growled low in my chest.
She mistook that growl for invitation.
She pressed a kiss to my back.
I reacted immediately, pulling her away from me with force. There was no way no way I would put Venessa through that kind of pain because of Jalisa.
I turned to face her and reached for my shirt, pulling it on as a barrier between us.
“You reek of Tyrell,” I said flatly.
Her expression hardened.
“He’s my friend. We spend time together. Of course I’ll smell like him. Stop using that as an excu
